The Mammoth Book of Dracula

The Mammoth Book of Dracula

Language: English

Pages: 512

ISBN: 0762440945

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

This modern reissue of The Mammoth Book Of Dracula includes 33 exciting stories in which Dracula visits the Côte d'Azur, the wilds of Oregon, Los Angeles, and the ruins of postapocalyptic New Jersey. This new edition also includes Bram Stoker's prologue and an introduction by Stoker's great-nephew, Daniel Farson.

his resurrection, he had no desire to feed. He floated, insubstantial, over the city, dimly aware that he was searching for something. Whatever it was – romance, reason, adventure, simplicity – it was not to be found, not in this place or time. His ways were completely dead, and not even blood would comfort him now. When the horizon began to pale, he saw the colours there preceding the coming of the sun, and made his first truly conscious decision in days, maybe years: I will greet the

it is not long. Now, I will clear the things away. Your man will fetch what you want.” He began to gather up dishes. Watching him stoop over the table, von Grunn thought that he had seldom seen anyone so narrow in the shoulders – they were humped high, like the shoulders of a hyena, suggesting a power that crouched and lurked. Von Grunn was obliged to tell himself that he was not repelled or nervous. The steward was a stranger, a Slav of some kind. It was von Grunn’s business to be scornful of

Leary, and very amusing. And still others, that he had ordered the beheading, because that was one way to kill a vampire. But everyone agreed that of a night, he took the hand of his best beloved Bride, who looked very much like Rosemary Leary, and they flew together over the rippling sidewinder dessication, shadows like condors against the full and glowing desert moon. For Alan Scrivener, dear and respected friend. BRIAN LUMLEY Zack Phalanx is Vlad the Impaler BRIAN LUMLEY produced his

from side to side. Dark, low shapes dash out of the trees and slip among the horses’ ankles. Van Helsing slashes downwards, decapitating a wolf. The head bounces against a tree, becoming that of a gypsy boy, and rolls down the mountainside. Van Helsing’s cavalry weave expertly through the pines. They carry flaming torches. The music soars. Fire and smoke whip between the trees. In the coach, Westenra puts his fingers in his ears. Murray smiles as if on a pleasure ride across Brighton Beach.

to ferret them out and bring them into our alliance. We cannot be stopped, we will not be stopped. And none will be aware of this silent acquisition. Who was it who said that Satan’s greatest trick was to make mankind not believe in him? You appear to be horrified. So are we all when first we awaken to this enhanced existence. But then comes the hunger and the awareness, and the horror soon passes. Your initial reluctance is understandable, though, and I will not compel you into my Empire. I